Status Updates From 3 By Flannery O'Connor

The encroaching dusk seem to come softly in deference to some mystery that resided here.

From time to time as they had walked in the city, he had looked to the side and seen his own form alongside him in a store window, transparent as a snakeskin. It moved beside him like some violent ghost who had already crossed over and was reproaching him from the other side.

He wore his isolation like a mantle, wrapped it around himself as if it were a garment signifying the elect.

Do you remember them gospel singers you saw one time, all drunk, all singing, all dancing around that black Ford automobile? Jesus, they wouldn't have been near so glad they were Redeemed if they hadn't had that liquor in them. I wouldn't pay too much attention to my Redemption if I was you. Some people take everything too hard.